Old habits are calling,
From dusk to the morning
Well it always seems as if the hardest thing to do's to turn away again and break from the past
Something that's hurting
Tirelessly stirring
(well there's something in the air)
Unknown and unnerving
Constantly yearning
And it's got me tossing turning from the side to side from left to right again
I'm gripped by the past.
I can feel it
I can feel it
I can feel it
I can feel it
I've been tearing off these pieces from our past
forcing futures our of our hands
Hiding out of view until now
cos it seems as if we're bound together
I've been tearing off these pieces from our past
forcing futures our of our hands
Hiding out of view until now
cos it seems as if we're bound together
(na na na na na)
I've been tearing off these pieces from our past
forcing futures our of our hands
Hiding out of view until now
cos it seems as if we're bound together
I've been tearing off these pieces from our past
forcing futures our of our hands
Hiding out of view until now
cos it seems as if we're bound together

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